Atheist

They said I was too sober to be alive. I tried to argue with it and found out they were right. I saw clearly how each high wall was built, but I couldn't shake a single brick. I deconstructed all the grand lies that no one wanted to hear. Sobriety is the cruelest punishment this society gives to thinkers. So I arrived at an absurd paradise - here, the more blindly you believe, the stronger you become. With their fanaticism, they can distort reality and control the situation. And I, a person who has "doubt" carved into my bones, have become the only disabled person here. My power was judged to be "impossible to awaken". When the believers knelt down to worship the miracle, I just sat aside and whispered: "See, that light doesn't hold up logically." Then, as if the miracle had never appeared, it shattered. Later, even "nothingness" began to swallow up the world. They were terrified. But it felt familiar to me - it was very much like my previous life. I walked over to the spreading emptiness and sat down. "Old friend," I said. But I don't know where to look "But this time, I'm not even afraid of death. Am I still afraid of you?" I'm not here to save the world. I am just an undead person who has been executed by reality. Here, I continue to do the only thing I am good at: Stay awake, and watch all that is solid evaporate.